Just around New Years, 6 years ago, I made a last minute decision to travel to India...𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗢. I'd just come out of more than a solid year in the Peruvian jungle. I'd ended a traditional dieta with an Amazonian tree from 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢 - called bechuja - just barely a few weeks earlier. As with most dietas, my time with bechuja was life-changing in all dimensions.
The extremely sensitive being that I am, in this dieta, I finally felt the truth of my own essence and my own energy field. Bechuja brought a powerful protection, and taught me how to filter out the rest of the world. Something I don't know if I ever had known how to do before. I remember sitting in the middle of the last ayahuasca ceremony of the dieta, around the flame of a candle and had the profound realization that I felt absolutely no-one else's energy, though many sat around me. The new 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗠 I felt had me in tears. What I was feeling - was literally JUST ME, and it was beautiful. Bechuja was gifting me with a pathway to hold my own boundary and protection. I could finally be me in a world of infinite energies. A precious precious gift of not processing any and everything around me.
In this dieta, India came to me in her mysterious way through the channel of the plants. I'd always wanted to go to India, but the Peruvian jungle kept pulling me back. In one ceremony during this dieta, a being blasted through on a horse, with a sword, shedding light and slashing through a prior experience of jungle brujeria. I asked who this being on the horse was, and I heard "Ishvara." I knew almost nothing of Hinduism, but later came to understand that in the most basic explanation - Ishvara is God, Supreme Ruler, Lord Shiva.
After I'd had enough of the mayhem, and had felt complete at the temple, I moved on to Maheshwar. Only to discover that the one solo woman traveler I'd seen in the streets of Omkareshwar, was thankfully staying in the hotel room next to mine. A discreet, sharp Italian girl, who was also traveling solo through India, following in her dead fathers footsteps from his journey decades ago. We were immediate friends.
In Maheshwar, there was a buzz too, but it's energy was more peaceful with a mix of something mystical that I couldn't quite name. On the Narmada River, they were just beginning the Sacred River Festival in the gorgeous old Ahilya Fort. Filled with traditional music (the sitar alone was enough to satisfy my soul) and dance, decorated with flowers and oil lamps. It was a side of India that I had not yet seen. One that told of an ancient rich culture still alive deep within Mother India. And it seemed somehow to magically appear just in time for my birthday. Ahilya was the home of Ahilyabai, a QUEEN - a rarity - who was respected as she took good care of her realm centuries ago. Later I learned she was the one who rebuilt one of the most famous Shiva temples - Kashi Visgwanath - in Varanasi. I intuitively followed the trail and arrived there a few weeks later, during Shivaratri, where 100,000 pilgrims gathered (which is another story for another time.)
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